Because we leaped recently and packed up the whip (that’s my car if you didn’t know) and drove down 77 heading south, with our final stop being in sunny North Carolina I can tell you that my point, my place, is Raleigh, NC.
Which I learned yesterday, thanks to the barbershop crew, I’ve been saying it wrong. Calling it “Ra-Leigh” where in actuality, it’s “Rah-Leigh“.
Anyhoo, more specifically, I am in an interesting place.
I have transitioned into a place of being a work-from-home mom, previously only being a out-of-the-home working mom.
It’s definitely an interesting space to say the least.
I am not exactly sure why God called me to be home, immersed in the thick of a non-balance yielding space, where no two days look alike and my introverted, balance craving self could flat out loose it at any moment.
I mean I get that we came here to live in and on purpose. But really God?
― Gautama Buddha
See, the point, is a place where the position, your position, alone is considered.
But, the purpose. It is the reason for which something exists – you, the obstacle, the mundane task, etc… you get my point. It is the reason it is done, or happened, or made, or used, or whatever.
This life we live is a crazy one indeed. And if not properly aligned and guided by something greater than yourself you may have a lot of moments of wondering why something is happening the way it is. Wondering why you have to do certain things, and even why you exist.
I can remember in my school days, saying under my breath when an assignment I resolved to be pointless and dumb was given, “what’s the point anyway?”
I can remember when having chores given to me, asking myself, “why do I have to do this, “what’s the point anyway?”
Even as recently, the same sentiment rings true. In parenting. When my kids are testing me. When I’m putting forth my very best effort at being my best version of a good mom. It feels like it’s all in vain, I say, ” what’s the point anyway?”
When I was younger, unfortunately I wasn’t wise enough to understand that everything happens with a reason behind it. Even if I don’t understand.
Instead, most times, I was guilty of foolishly resolving that the grown ups -teachers and parents, were just trying to keep me busy or out of their hair.
Which may in part have been slightly true. But I can’t prove it without a reasonable doubt.
Consequently, it may be why parenting is hard for me. Because so often my kids are doing the same darn thing.
Resolving that I know nothing, and convincing themselves I am trying to hold them back from fun, or punish them by making them think and be smart or in some way holding them back from what they know is glaciers of greatness with endless bankrolls and loads of fun.
Back to the point.
Reality is that those things had purpose. There were life lessons mixed in and even some usefulness that would come along later.Mundane tasks even have life lessons mixed in and some usefulness that will come along later.... #purposed Click To Tweet
School work taught me things like how to count my money, a certain level of discipline and even how to think.
And those chores I hated have been the reason that I am not completely, only almost, failing at keeping a tidy home.
Kids make a clean house impossible.
But I’m digressing again.
The struggles in parenting are a little different. But none the less they are the same in that there is a reason for them.
I wish I could name off those reasons right now. But seeing as how I am still in the very middle of it, I got nothing. Yet.
I know that there is purpose in it. There has to be. My kids will be better for it in some way. And me too. Right?
I guess the point of this is simply to say, that when something seems pointless, look for the purpose.
Embrace the purpose.
Grow through the purpose.
Don’t seek to only see the position you are in. Take a moment to reflect on the reason(s) that position even exists. What’s the purpose?